What was supposed to be an adventurous weekend filled with hiking and feats of mountaineering set to the backdrop of Yosemite ended up being none of that. Two days prior, I was hee-ing and haw-ing trying to decide if I should chance my injured hip with our hiking plans when Joe made the semi-executive call: bed rest. Mind you, I’m not one for bed rest or being bossed around, so we compromised with a trip to the woodland barring basically any physical activity. All that remained was napping by the river, exploring the cabins at Camp Curry, and snapping the gorgeous, gorgeous landscape. Think granite cliffs with flowing waterfalls, imposing trees and bubbling rivers, and quiet escapes just beyond the well-beaten walking paths.
Actually, though, I didn’t mind all that much, but it certainly left a taste for adventure in my mouth (as well as other, less pleasant tastes, but that’s a story for another day). Needless to say, I’m going to be back soon and for much, much more.